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If I may ask, first time with a provider?

I wish it was that kind of holiday movie, but alas, no.

Is this true @RadioRob?

❤️

So true, Jean-Claude, so true!

I also see a young Val Kilmer in there too.

What do you mean? What degree or what kind of emotional attachment are you talking about?

I’ve seen him as a provider, and he’s amazing! Professional, kind, attentive, and smart—he’s a true Southern gentleman at heart. He engages with you fully and gives it his all. The cuddles are the best! Highly recommend!

Congratulations!! 🎉 Buyer “love letters” are common in real estate but increasingly controversial. These letters aim to appeal to sellers emotionally, often sharing personal details about the buyers’ lives. While not illegal, they do raise ethical and legal concerns under the FHA by potentially revealing protected characteristics, risking discrimination claims. Realtors are discouraged from delivering these letters to avoid legal risks, often advising buyers to send them directly to sellers. When I sold my pied-à-terre, I received several heartfelt letters from parents wanting the apartment for their child starting college nearby. Ultimately, I chose the highest bidder—an all-cash sale.

If a realtor deliberately provides false information about a buyer’s identity, it goes beyond simply “providing information”—it becomes intentional misrepresentation or fraud. While it’s true that realtors should avoid disclosing protected characteristics (e.g., family status) to prevent bias, actively lying about who the buyers are is unethical and illegal.

Was this a legitimate realtor? Realtors are bound by the Code of Ethics and Standards of Practice of the National Association of Realtors (NAR), which requires honesty and full disclosure in all dealings. Misrepresenting a buyer’s identity to influence a seller’s decision could be considered fraudulent misrepresentation, which is illegal under state and federal laws. Additionally, the Fair Housing Act prohibits discrimination based on characteristics like familial status, which means realtors should not provide misleading information to manipulate a seller’s choice. If a realtor lies about a buyer’s identity to sway a transaction, they could face disciplinary action, loss of licensure, fines, or legal action.

I’ve had a handful of providers make this happen, but only after we’d built a regular connection. Partners with whom I’ve been in relationships have also been able to do so. For me, it’s not about dick size—it’s about connection—a mix of chemistry, passion, and intimacy. That combination makes all the difference for me.

There’s nothing you could have done, and fortunately, it worked out. Unfortunately, there’s not much we can do about reviews. Clients can leave bogus feedback, just as providers can post unfair reviews on platforms like Mr. Number. At the end of the day, these should just serve as a baseline. Decisions are best made through personal interactions, mutual diligence, and gut instincts.

Who are you and what have you done with samhexum?

Can someone explain the intended appeal of this? Also, is this specifically geared towards men with smaller penises?

I can’t wait to see this production. She’s the draw. This show will likely close once she decides to leave. It will also be weird to step into the Majestic for the first time in decades without seeing Phantom.

Yes, twice. First, I sought the services of a provider after my college boyfriend committed suicide. I lost my virginity to this provider. He knew it was my first time but didn’t know the story about my boyfriend. I can’t overstate how amazing this man was and the gift he gave me. Of course, I “fell in love” with him, thinking this older man was the solution to all my problems. I wanted to see him again, but he had the wherewithal and wisdom to say no. Instead, he gave me the greatest thing he could have ever given me—his friendship. Not just as an acquaintance, but a real, true friendship. This man helped me in ways I can’t describe, taught me things, and truly cared for me. He was right. The second time was with a provider who quickly became a regular. It started as a comedy of errors—wrong hotel, giggles during sex, missed cues, shared laughs, and unexpected common interests. From the moment he walked in, this man made me feel at ease in seconds. He was insanely charming, funny, kind, and smart. Our sessions always went over—2 hours turned into several, several turned into overnights. He always looked uncomfortable taking my money. I’d leave it in an envelope on the stand, and he’d leave without taking it. I’d run out to hand it to him. Many times, he denied his fee, which left me feeling at odds and completely confused. When he refused his fee, I insisted it was his tip. I never had this problem before and wasn’t sure how to handle it. One day, almost a year in and countless, deep conversations and personal stories later, he asked if I wanted to see a movie or have dinner if I wasn’t busy. I looked at him stunned. When I didn’t respond, he rattled off in his very funny, yet serious way other alternatives if I didn’t want to do that, like go on a museum tour, hop on the Staten Island Ferry and view the Statue of Liberty, or get a caricature drawing in Central Park. I laughed. I should have taken that opening to really understand what this was, but when he then said, “Let’s go, it’ll be fun. We’ll go as friends,” I thought, okay, friends. I said yes. We ended up doing the caricature drawing in Central Park, followed by dinner. We went back to his apartment. We had sex, and when I say it was different, it was so different. When it was over, he looked at me. My heart was pounding. I knew in that moment I was in love with this man, but I didn’t say it out loud. I couldn’t speak. He didn’t say anything either. He just rested his forehead against mine, and we held each other in silence. After that night, I made the fatal error once more of not speaking to him and asking what this was and expressing to him how I felt. Instead, I said my firm was having a summer retreat, and I’d like to bring him as my plus one. And that I’d pay him. He said I didn’t have to pay him, but I insisted. He agreed. We went. It was the usual, obnoxious affair. Everyone was more interested in him than anything else. He was amazing. Charming as fuck. We separated a few times. I got pulled into different directions. He kept his eyes glued to me the entire time. I walked back up to him and said something I wish I could take back. I realized it the moment the words came out of my mouth. I said, “You fit right in. I knew you would. A lot of money to be made here. See anyone that catches your eye?” He turned and looked at me like I punched him in the face. He was silent for a long time. He said, “Yeah, a few.” When we got back to the hotel, I immediately apologized and said I never meant to hurt him. He was a proud man, deeply proud—his family had instilled that in him. His pride wasn’t just about self-respect—it was about being someone you could count on, someone who stood tall. I had wounded that pride, and I could see it in the way he held himself in that moment. I insulted him. And I hurt him. He said for someone so smart, I could be incredibly clueless. I apologized again. I told him I didn’t understand what was happening and didn’t want to lose this. He grabbed his bag, left the envelope I had given him on the bed, and right before he left, I’ll never forget it - he looked me in the eye and said: “I lied. There was one. Only one.” Many lessons were drawn from that experience—about myself, my almost methodical business stance on these transactions.

In the context of a paid escort, the dynamics are inherently transactional, which makes the emotional landscape very different. While it’s natural for feelings to develop over time, it’s important to recognize that the other person may not be emotionally available in the same way. If you’re starting to feel more emotionally invested, it’s crucial to set boundaries for yourself. I would probably ask myself: Can this relationship realistically provide what I need emotionally? If you took the money out of the equation, would the connection still exist? If the answer is no, it might be wise to stop seeing them before it becomes too painful. Remember, your well-being is the priority, and it’s okay to protect your heart. If the answer is yes, then have that conversation with the provider. But know that the feelings may not be reciprocated, and that could end the professional relationship right there.

The guy in the white shirt, with his mouth hanging open, holding up the naked guy’s left leg is at perfect eye level. He’s going to do everything humanly possible to prop that man up—even if it means grabbing the other leg with his other hand. Bottoms up!